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In a room where the Constellations couldn’t see them, the Secretive Plotter, Kim Dokja, and Yoo Joonghyuk made a temporary truce.
All three of them knew why they were here.
And all three of them also agreed to never bring this up ever again.
A stark naked Kim Dokja sat on the lone mattress as he waited for the two Yoo Joonghyuks to strip. His eyes roamed over their chiseled abs and scarred torsos. What a delectable sight.
They didn’t bother with a strip tease. They threw their clothes onto the floor before pouncing on Kim Dokja.
Yoo Joonghyuk eagerly captured Kim Dokja’s lips as the Secretive Plotter trailed kisses down Kim Dokja’s neck. Each heated kiss felt as if it were burning, marking Kim Dokja with a lingering warmth. The Plotter pressed a kiss to Kim Dokja’s shoulder, making Kim Dokja moan into Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth.
Yoo Joonghyuk glared at the Plotter and reached down to grab Kim Dokja’s hardening length to pump him, eliciting more moans from his dear reader. The Plotter gave an equally annoyed glare at his twin and continued to mark Kim Dokja’s chest until he reached the man’s nipples. He took the bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue. Kim Dokja became littered with red marks, flushed all the way to the middle of his chest.
Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Kim Dokja cried out as he came into Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand. He whimpered as Yoo Joonghyuk released his lips, pouting. It wasn’t long before Yoo Joonghyuk stuck his soiled fingers into Kim Dokja’s mouth. Kim Dokja’s tongue lapped around the digits and he moaned as he tasted his own cum.
The Plotter let out an amused huff. “Hmph. No stamina at all. Do you two even fuck?”
“Shut up.” Yoo Joonghyuk snarled as he watched Kim Dokja suck on his fingers. He found the lube beside Kim Dokja and tossed it to the Secretive Plotter. The Plotter didn’t need any further instructions.
Kim Dokja was pushed onto his hands and knees. Before he could ask why, Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his semi hard cock into his face. Pre cum glistened on the reddened tip.
“Suck.”
After rolling his eyes, Kim Dokja obediently opened his mouth and Yoo Joonghyuk thrusted into Kim Dokja’s inviting mouth. Yoo Joonghyuk was pleased when Kim Dokja didn’t choke on his girth, glad that all the practice was paying off.
Tears brimmed in Kim Dokja’s eyes from the sheer size of Yoo Joonghyuk. He did his best to suck and breathe at the same time. The hand tugging on his hair didn’t help. Fingernails dug harder into his scalp as Yoo Joonghyuk quickened his thrusts.
As the Plotter watched his other self getting a blowjob, he poured lube onto his fingers and circled Kim Dokja’s entrance. A slick finger prodded at the puckered rim, teasing it until his finger easily slid in. One finger became two and eventually three. The Plotter briefly mused how warm and soft Kim Dokja’s insides were as he scissored his fingers.
Yoo Joonghyuk groaned as Kim Dokja’s moans intensified. He could see that the Plotter was almost done prepping and glowered at his twin. He was prolonging everything.
Kim Dokja looked up at him, dazed and drooling at the corners of his mouth. Yoo Joonghyuk swept Kim Dokja’s stray hairs to the side, whispering short praises as the Plotter took his fingers out.
The Plotter covered his dick in lube before positioning himself in front of Kim Dokja’s entrance. Without warning, he slowly pushed himself in. Kim Dokja moaned as the throbbing length filled him. The force of the Plotter’s thrust made him swallow more of Yoo Joonghyuk, to the point that he could feel the enormous cock stabbing the back of his throat.
The rhythm was erratic. Yoo Joonghyuk throat fucked him as the Plotter thrusted into him. Kim Dokja was torn between the amazing cock in his mouth and in his ass. Both were driving him insane, to the brink of no return. He felt so full, so loved. The lust was melting his mind, with only the thoughts of pleasing the two men beside him remaining. He canted his hips, letting the Plotter fuck him deeper, but at the same time he did his best to make sure Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock was attended to. Kim Dokja rocked his hips to meet every thrust, the hands on his hips slamming him back onto the Plotter each and every time.
When Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly pulled out, Kim Dokja let out a whine. A thumb brushed away the tears staining his cheeks.
“Move over.”
Kim Dokja didn’t know who this was addressed to, but he figured it out as a finger traced the area where he and the Plotter were joined. The digit wormed its way inside, stretching Kim Dokja’s rim even further. Kim Dokja bit his lip as another finger entered. The combination of the Plotter’s thick girth and the fingers were almost too much.
A hand threaded through Kim Dokja’s hair, a slight comfort to the intrusion in his ass. The fingers withdrew and Kim Dokja let out a sigh of relief.
That relief was gone when he felt another bulbous tip prodding his swollen rim. Yoo Joonghyuk thrusted in as the Plotter began to move again, both thrusting in tandem, making sure Kim Dokja was never empty. Rough, calloused hands tightly gripped Kim Dokja’s hips as the Plotter and Yoo Joonghyuk fucked into Kim Dokja’s velvety warmth.
Overcome with pleasure, Kim Dokja came again, staining the once pristine sheets of the bed. He clawed at the sheets as the two Yoo Joonghyuks continued their thrusts, both still hard and eager to make Kim Dokja come again. Kim Dokja’s legs felt like jelly and he was about to collapse. Strong arms held him up and all he could was sink down onto whoever’s dick was inside of him.
“N-No more…” Kim Dokja quietly whimpered.
Two hands cupped his face, both false acts of comfort.
“Kim Dokja, I know you can handle more.”
“Kim Dokja, you’re doing so well. Just a bit more.”
They whispered more sweet nothings into Kim Dokja’s ears, encouraging him to continue for them. After listening to more praise, Kim Dokja foolishly agreed with a nod. He couldn’t see the hungry smirks on their faces.
Kim Dokja was once again slammed onto the bed, now facing up. He could see both Yoo Joonghyuks towering above him, and he slightly regretted everything.
They resumed their thrusts, holding Kim Dokja’s thighs apart, leaving bites and marks on the pale creamy skin. Kim Dokja moaned as he felt them stab his prostate more times that he could count. He couldn’t think anymore, the only thing his mind could register was how full he was.
Finally, the Plotter groaned as he came inside Kim Dokja, his cum leaking out of the worn hole. He withdrew and Yoo Joonghyuk followed soon after, using his cock as a plug to keep the warm semen inside of Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja let out a pitiful moan as he felt the warm cum gush inside him. He felt his stomach distend and soon a rough hand tugged on his leaking dick. Kim Dokja was still high from his orgasm, too tired to argue. His overstimulated brain could no longer form sentences.
“So good for us Kim Dokja.”
Ah, who said that?
“Are you tired? We just started.”
“He needs more training.”
Huh?
“Better now than later.”
Kim Dokja whimpered as hands began to wander over his body, tweaking his nipples and dipping into his navel. A shiver ran down Kim Dokja’s spine. He could sense that both Yoo Joonghyuks weren’t satisfied yet.
“Again?”
“Again.”